Please consider me ‘has been gone.’
Corpse; with rifle but no head…
Martyrdom…
Sacrificed for the freedom
And the calmness of all souls..

Think of me as a hero
Slaying sick dogs that are dead
Since the moment they did join
The black pack of blood and hate

Think of me as a mountain
Fending the dark waves and rains
Madly swallowing the plains
Filling our souls with pain

Think of yourself as widow
But a widow who wears white
Since the moon has quit the night
Kneeling in front grace and might
Of your patience, sacrifice…

*My lady...